This rotten bug that's going around put what's left of my brain underwater for over a week. This is the first day I've been able to put more than 3 coherent words together.
I've been given the opportunity to write something for Nerve.com, the sex-is-intellectually-cool website...in exchange for being able to flack my book. They want something that's sex and tabloid related. I can do that. I haven't written anything about sex since 1998 when I wrote a few things for "The T&A Times" (really) in Portland. It was a stripper magazine. I remember, vividly, interviewing a prostie in a "jack shack" in suburban Portland.
No, I didn't get any.
I had met the (incredibly sleazy) publisher when he was a guest on my radio show. He brought a couple of contestants in the Miss Nude Oregon contest, which later on that evening I had the surreal pleasure of helping judge.
Again, I didn't get any.
Not too long after that I wrote a whole lot of porn reviews (at $25 per) for a kind of proto-Netflix website that rented porn tapes and dvds. My all time favorites were the lesbian tickling videos...how could you NOT laugh along with them? Also Bridget the Midget set new standards for me, standards that were pretty low to begin with.
So I'm looking forward to writing this thing. Maybe it'll sell a few books. In the meantime, I am prepared for the attack of the morning zoo shock jocks next week. A full schedule is on the book website. www.rabidnun.com
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